New Bed...

I need a new bed. Mine is soaked in bile puke and dirty dog feet. It's 3:56AM and I'm still UP. Lexie is finally sleeping, wrapped in a blanket on the living room sofa. I'm simply waiting for the next hour to pass so I can call Mom and ask her if she is awake. What a long night! I was just out on the porch listening to the light rain drops bouncing off the pines and the yard. I came back in the house and realized that Lexie has finally slept for more than an hour without upchucking water-bile. I'm really, really tired, but I don't want to lay down until I know she will sleep soundly. She has been waking up every fifteen minutes to half hour asking for water. When I'm awake and diligent, she gets ice chips and an ounce of water and relaxes for a while. The last time I fell asleep around midnight, she woke up on her own went the fridge, got a cup full of water, too much water, drank it, got back into bed and puked everywhere about an hour after that. So... I'm on the night watch. She didn't like the puking part, I didn't like it either, or the cleaning up part. We really need a new bed now, and I keep trying to figure how we're going to get one. I need more tricks in my book to get throug this. I guess I'll go sprawl on the west end of the couch for a while and see what plays out. Call you in a bit Mom.

Yucky yucky yuck yuck!

3:02am. I'm very tired, but can't sleep because the bed is wet with puke and Lexie is drifting in and out of sleep on the living room couch. I can't find the cleaner I used in the past to "sanatize" the bed, and I'm so frickin tired I almost cried when I realized I couldn't find it. I no way no how have enough PTO to cover a full day off. I disallusioned myself last night thinking that Lexie would have full recovery in the morning. Mostly because her teacher was going to take her on a trip today that I'm sure she would have loved. Beach or Portland art, or maybe even something else, but now Lexie can't go. On top of that, Lexie is her only early morning student, and I'm feeling a little guilty that she'll get up early when she doesn't have to. I'd call her now and tell her to sleep in, if I didn't think she'd have a heart attack and not get back to sleep from having a phone call at 3:00AM. Lexie is sleeping with the aid of the Benadryl her on call pediatrician recommended, so I'm going to go check on her and her fever, then maybe fininsh watching 1408, a movie that I started last evening before I picked Lexie up. This movie was scarring the crudolas out of me last night. I'll sit on the edge (the clean dry one) of the bed and sweat it out. Hope to get some sleep soon. At least Lex hasn't puked in almost an hour. That must be the light at the end of the stomach flu tunnel.

A continuous moment of profound gratitude

I wake up...A LOT.

During the night, I wake up every 15-42 minutes. Makes sleeping a sport rather than a bodily necessity as far as I figure.

This morning, I'm up at 6:21, actually earlier, but that's what the time said on my Windows task menu when I sat down to type this.

So I wake up alot. I sat out on the deck this morning. It's almost Spring and the mornings heat up faster and warmer than usual. I sat on the deck, and the lid (ceiling of the deck that Dad built) started warming under the impending morning sun and started dripping. Water from ice formed atop is seeping through the seems. It normally would'nt do that, but apparantly the weather is changing faster than usual today. So...the drips start falling from the ceiling, telling me that it will be a warmer than usual day, and I sit, awake...

I am blessed.

I start with being alive, then I have the best parents in the world Mom=Sandy, Dad = Dale.
Then I realize I have the best daughter in the world = Lexie. Best dog, Griff. Many cool cats, Tiki, T-Swoop, Miadda, Chikita. Best friends Tracy, Tobie, Cherri, Michelle, Val, Barb. Best bosses, Barb, Jeff. Best job, how do I explain in short narrative, I don't. Best school/daycare for Lexie (comes with best teacher), Best books, Crapoola, best everything. Tiki is pawing at me now, Lexie is waking up and it's time to go cuddle and wait to get ready for a fun Easter Egg hunt at Alpen Rose. Those chocolate easter eggs are waiting.

I really will try to blog more often.

The event that started this, Lexie got her very first paper cut. I wanted to blog it, for some weird reason. She has a paper cut on her right forefinger from a school project. Got it on Friday, March 21st. I want to "record" bloggishly more of her experiences. So I'll get right on it.

Every one at work is getting a big kick out of this one...

Cool for Lexie, embarassing for me.

I have no idea what I was going to type in this post. I just found it in my "pending" posts. Hmmm.

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie-pop?

It's almost three in the morning. My sleep hours are frightfully messed up. I woke up Saturday morning, after having one full workday in the last one-and-a-half weeks, and thought it was a weekday. Instead of the alarm, it was Mom calling on the phone with a short list of "potential" trip-mates, for my up-coming business trip to Coos Bay. My first thought was Aunt Chris, and I (still in sleep stupor) called Chris' number to invite her, forgeting that she is at Inga's. Then I went to the car to drive to the store, and my awesome neighbor, and friend, Sonja abducted Griffen to play with her Labrador in her back yard. She has been such a great friend to me over the last year, that I couldn't help but to ask her to accompany me on the trip. Should be fun. Originally the plan was for Lex and Mom to come, but... Dad's kidney (left) had decided (as if an organ has a decision making process) to be onry. So, this wonderful procedure is to be done on the same day I'm scheduled to witness and dissect Bay Clinic. I'm still hoping Aunt Chris can entertain Lexie as Mom frets and Dad succombs to more scopes. I'm pretty sure I have one of the strongest, most intelligent, patient, positive families in the lower 48. So, I woke up at 2:00am, having napped a better part of Saturday away, and went out back for cool air (like a unmaintained engine, I run -sleep- hot), and discovered that we have an owl! Who-who-who-who...Who. Griff and I listened to the owl for about twenty minutes. I decided to come in, couldn't sleep, again, so here goes another rubber tree, I mean blog entry.

Good night, or good morning, I suppose.


I haven't asked mister owl how many licks to the center of a tootsie-pop. It just seems so enigmatic.